Anonymous 2014-08-26 05:05:02 No. 260
This one happened just three or four days ago. I sleep on a bed without a frame, just a futon mattress on the ground in my walk in closet. This is important for the mood, the room looked like a barren, dark, open hallway. Anyways, I fell asleep on the bed, then woke up in my dream on that same bed. I was real tired, so I went back to bed in the upper section, in dream. I then witnessed a series of on the rails shooters, one in particular with a Quake 3 shotgun. Anyways, it ended out showing some bloody man on a paramedic portable hammock thing, like a close up view from the side, and the dead man gave a smirk. This scared the shit out of everyone, especially the man holding the back portion of the hammock, and he crunched the head forward as a twitch motion. That scared me into actually waking up, it was so vivid and creeped the piss out of me. Then I went back to bed, and woke up inside the dream, on the same bed, which I went back to bed in the same indream bed, in the upper portion again. I had similar dreams, each ended in an unsettling way. I began to see a trend, so I marked the upper side green. Then I slept on the lower end, and I guess this was my inner pedophile zone. Don't remember too much about it but I remember it being about lewd lolis so I painted it pink. Then I finally woke up again in dream, the whole world was fucked up, my mind couldn't interpret the world around it, and an overactive imagination must have taken over like the world was a dream. Every time I slept and woke up the world was different. Eventually I woke up to a Quake 3 like map design for my room, lava everywhere. I couldn't see them but I knew where the stairs were to go downstairs, so I walked up invisible staircases, now knowing full well it was my imagination. I started screaming, the world was fucked and I was fucked. My parents were there, I voiced my concerns and ended up tripping down a large city. Then I finally reached a dark temple/castle, something. And I started running. I just ran, then I jumped, to be slung down, ragdolled at the end of a noose. I didn't feel it but I saw it, in a third person view, though the rope later disappeared, I still hung. But I don't want to die. I feared that maybe I hung myself because I didn't know what to do. I started feeling up my neck, trying to stop myself from destroying me. Then I woke up for real, I then cried. It was terrifying, I legitimately thought I was awake since I 'woke up' so many times in the dream and could sleep in dream.
